06/22/16
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me
This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i